So, you’re a typical human, sinner, defiled,
unregenerate, son of Belial,
let me tell you what you’re in for,
Christ is comin’ again, forget world war,
whether you were raised in the hood
or baptized in Huggies, thinkin’ you’re good,
living in a manse or a mansion,
you’re worse than you imagine.
When that day comes that apocalyptic way,
you’ll be squirmin’ like a German on VD Day,
put a gun to your head and you’ll rise from the dead,
arraigned before the second Person of the Godhead,
you can’t handle His beautiful glory beaming,
get a tear in your eye as you see Him and see me
on His right side, I witnessed to you, warned you,
but you hate light, your conscience was worn through,
now sorry’s on your lips, but your heart is unchanged,
no excuse for your misuse of truth you exchanged,
with blasphemers, whoremongers, and crowd-pleasers,
taking pills to relieve venereal diseases.
You did what you please, now you repent facetious,
but Christ is not like the way you repaint Jesus.
Some say He’ll take away all tears from all men,
but that’s not what the word has spoken,
you don’t get a free ticket, if you dismissed it,
urged with the truth and you just dissed it.
Now He’s dissin’ you, dismissin’ you,
the pale on your face is gettin’ blue,
I told you, you should have read the red letters,
but you knew better, thought they were dead letters.
This whole time you thought your heart is boss,
when you could have studied Geerhardus Vos,
got a PhD in growing in humility,
stopped loving the world to love the Trinity,
sought a narrow escape down the path to life,
but all you thought to do was max your life.
Where’s your high-roll life now and you’re Rolex,
you’re fancy hotels and your credit card debts?
Will your mother plead for you? Your father bleed for you?
Yeah right, they probably told you all you need is you,
in hell now demonstrating the fruit of that philosophy,
and you can scream with ’em a cacophony.
It’s Judgment Day, and you aren’t ready,
a worse nightmare can’t be made by Freddie.
Time is stoppin’, you’re a dead man walkin’,
start talkin’.
It’ll be too late when you wake up in Hell,
put your PJs on, take a whiff, the coffee smell,
your time’s runnin’ out when you thought it’d be longer,
you sleep on it a lot and your heart is getting harder,
it’be Judgment Day any day or night now
you’ll be found then as you are now.
If sleep now you’ll be sawin’ logs then,
then He’ll come down to arrest men,
you’ll wish then you could repent then,
wish you pinch yourself awake again.
Never mind that, we’re all past that,
now His grace is spent for the planet.
You go to grab for grace in a struggle
but couldn’t get none if you could smuggle,
cause God is sick of you, tired of listenin’ to you,
had enough of all your perverted views,
you used what time your Benefactor gave you,
now He calls you to account because He made you
and you belong to Him, though your offering
was always lacking a faithful quality,
your sin was always a taunt to Him,
disrespect mixed in with every thought of Him.
If you were converted in life your righteous Judge
would’ve been Advocate but that was then and that won’t budge.
If there’s any sinner who hears, yell,
repent of your sin or go to Hell.
If there’s any sinner who hears, yell,
repent of your sin or go to Hell.